an/other

For the first time in my life I ‘settled’ in a home, in another city from the one I was born and raised in. 3058 km away from my hometown, I looked at myself and my surroundings through a twosome solitude. Wavering between the indispensability and impossibility of having a relationship, my photographs became a breather in the flow of life. Not because I cannot stop myself from recording things; a self-portrait that slowly emerged while I was caught up in the experience of recording; a poignant state that arises of itself from the very fact of being, of breathing, shuttling back and forth between this state and everyday life, the fact that whatever you do it just doesn’t work and that, actually, it does, an invisible wound. Perhaps a stop that has turned into another journey. My mother, my father, and all the others… Growing pains.